Becoming a Carmichael

Introduction

Hi my name is Evangeline Jacqueline Pierce, quite the mouthful right? Imagine trying to fit that name on the blank for your name in school. I learned to write very neatly and small just because of it. I have always wished my name would have been Jacqueline Evangeline Pierce so I could shorten it to Jacque or Jackie Pierce, but no instead I go by Evan Pierce. There is the occasional person who will call me Angel to spare some of my feelings. (evANGELine). Most people wonder why i don't just go by Eva, but to me I don't think I look like an Eva. Now enough about my ridiculously long name.

I was given up four months after birth by my mom, i guess she either didn't want me or couldn't afford me but i like to think she thought i needed a better life. I have lived in numerous adoption centers throughout all of my life. Well as you already know all but that 1/4 of a year with my mom.

I jut turned 17 last month and I am finally being adopted. I know I should be happy but I have come to love the adoption center. There's a first, someone saying they love it here. I made friends here that I will forever miss. Even the workers here are really nice and i can't imagine life without them.

Apparently the people adopted me have adopted a kid before and read a bit about me and thought and I quote that I would be a "great addition to the family". The nurses say I will really like it there, but I don't know why.

I have never really lived in a real home before with a real family. I mean I know the people at the adoption center are like family, but they will never fit in that place in my heart only a family can fill.

It took me a while to decide if I want to go live with the family. The people are letting me have a choice on whether or not I want to live with them. I finally came to the conclusion; with a little help from my friends there and the nurses , that I want to go live with them.

I leave tomorrow morning. They live in Wisconsin so I have no idea what it's fining to be like there. I have only ever known the hot and humid Florida heat and have never encountered snow or even weather under 68 degrees Fahrenheit.

The nurses and my friends gave me their phone numbers so I can call them. (Each bedroom in the adoption center has a phone for the person staying in it) The light went off signaling that we should get to sleep. After near ten minuets I fell asleep thinking about what the family could possibly be like.